Bright Eyes Another Travelin' Song Well I’m changing all my strings I’m gonna write another traveling song About all the billion highways and the cities at the break of dawn Well I guess the best that I can do now is pretend I’ve done nothing wrong And dream of a train that’s going to take me back where I belong The ocean speaks and spits and I can hear it from the interstate I’m screaming at my bother on my cell phone he’s far away I’m saying nothing in the past or future will feel like today Until we’re parking in the alley Just hoping that our shit is safe So I go back and forth forever All my thoughts they come in pairs Oh I will write home my darling again I’m not surprised but I never feel quite prepared Now I’m hunched over a typewriter I guess you call that painting in a cave And there’s a word I can’t remember And a feeling I cannot escape And now my ashtrays overflowing I’m still starting at a clean white page Oh and mornings at my window She is sending me to bed again Well I dream of dark on the horizon I dream of desert where the dead lay down I dream a prostitute, a child touching an old man in a fast food crowd I dreamt a ship was sinking There was people screaming all around And I awoke to my alarm clock It was a pop song it was playing loud So I must find my fears and face them Or I’ll cower like a dog I’ll kick and scream or kneel and bleed I’ll fight like hell to hide that I’m giving up